Wu Yong and Zhao Long stood about three meters apart, looking at each other fiercely.

"Classmate Zhao, do you really want to compete with me again? Don't you regret it?!" Wu Yong warned.

He didn't want to beat Zhao Long half to death again, after all, it was meaningless, and it would deepen the hatred between the two, he only hoped that Zhao Long would have self-knowledge, give up this competition, and let go of his voyeurism for Lin Hai.

"We who practice martial arts, learn from each other, in order to make progress together, behind closed doors, we will never be able to reach the peak of martial arts. The enraged Zhao Long refused in a high-sounding manner.

Yes, it's high-sounding.

This is a strategy, in the name of competition, so that Wu Yong does not dare to make a dead hand, so he shrinks his hands and feet, and cannot exert all his strength. Because although he is relatively sure that he will win, he still hopes to defeat Wu Yong easily.

Wu was clear in his heart, Zhao Long would not give up today, and sneered: "Okay, come on." After speaking, he leaned forward, his eyes lit up, and he stared at Zhao Long.

Zhao Long sneered, jumped up and took a sanda step, his body swayed and jumped left and right, forward and backward, his eyes observing Wu Yong's every move without blinking, guarding against Wu Yong from using the terrifying move that made him suffer a big loss last time.

Wu Yong assumed a defensive posture and stood motionless, waiting for Zhao Long to attack. It's not that he doesn't want to take the initiative, but he's like Cheng Biting Jin, he only has a three-plate axe, and the best thing is the push pull.

But the push and pull hand is more vicious, and it is difficult to show mercy to his subordinates, and maybe it will kill Zhao Long.

Because there are some natural rocks on the ground in the bamboo forest, it is possible to make Zhao Long hit his head on the rocks with a push and pull hand, and it is not too much if he does not die.

Zhao Long watched for a while, and finally launched an attack, rushing forward with an arrow step, and quickly punching Wu Yong in the face.

Wu Yong stretched out his right hand to open it, and Zhao Long's other punch had already hit Wu Yong's abdomen.

Wu was too late to resist and had to retreat. Zhao Long sneered and chased after him, and at the same time unleashed a set of sharp compound punches.

"Bang!

The arms of the two men collided with each other, making a dense sound like raindrops.

"Good!

All the students who watched were amazed and applauded and cheered.

As far as they were concerned, how did they know the danger involved? I felt that the two of them fought very passionately, both beautiful and beautiful, and there was an indescribable strong momentum, which made them feel an incomparable thrill.

"Smack!"

After all, Wu Yong did not have as much actual combat experience as Zhao Long, and was hit in the chin by Zhao Long's punch and stumbled three or five steps.

"Good chance, see how you die?" Zhao Long was secretly happy in his heart, like an arrow shot at Wu Yong, his legs unfolded a set of dense chain leg methods, and the left and right legs were kicked out alternately, like two windmills encircling Wu Yong in it.

Wu Yong already had a stable foothold, where could he resist such a chain of leg attacks?

He struggled to block a few legs with his hands, but was kicked heavily in the chest by Zhao Long, and his body flew high upside down in the air, colliding with a few bamboos, rebounding and falling to the ground, not moving.

The power of this kick is Qianjun, and it is Zhao Long's nirvana - piercing the heart leg, which can generally kick and break three sternums of a person. He has been able to win many major tournaments because of this trick.

"It's so miserable! It's amazing! It's not going to die, is it?" all the students who watched began to feel uneasy in their hearts.

Of course, Wu Yong did not die, but the injury was not light, if it wasn't for luck, a ball of internal force in the dantian just flowed to the chest before being kicked, and there was no doubt that a few bones were broken.

But now he is also uncomfortable, the pain in his chest is abnormal, fortunately, there is internal force in the treatment of the injury, lying down for a while, the pain is reduced by half, holding a bamboo and standing up with the strength of trembling, anger in his eyes, staring at Zhao Long, who is walking proudly step by step.

Now he's furious!

Although his boxing skills are rusty, if he fights to the death, the person who dies must be Zhao Long, not him. But this was not a battle of life and death, and he did not dare to use either a push and pull hand, nor a battle with an internal force that he could not control freely. The former may kill someone, and the latter will definitely kill someone.

Such a restrained battle naturally suffered a big loss and lost face.

"Click, click~"

Zhao Long's eyes flashed with a fierce light, like a demon god, he forced Wu Yong step by step, and decided to give Wu Yong another ruthless kick, if he didn't kick a few bones and recuperate for half a year, he would not give up.

In fact, he was suspicious in his heart, such a powerful kick, he could kick a wooden stake with the thickness of a bowl mouth during training, as long as he kicked the person's chest, no one could stand up, and he was generally wailing on the ground, but why Wu Yong was an exception?

"Kill!"

The two rushed towards each other with a loud shout almost at the same time.

Zhao Long's entire body flew sideways in the air, and his two legs were like two giant arrows with a whining wind and whining wind towards Wu Yong's chest, so that the heart-piercing leg with the strength and speed of the whole body was an extremely vicious attack, as long as he kicked the person's heart, this person would not die.

It can be seen that he has already killed the red eye and wants Wu Yong's life.

Wu leaned forward with his body, his two hands were in front of his chest, and his hind legs kicked back hard, rushing towards Zhao Long very quickly, his hands suddenly opened, and he grabbed Zhao Long's legs directly.

"He actually gave up his defense, he really found his own death!" Zhao Long saw it clearly, and secretly rejoiced in his heart, and his legs kicked Wu Yong's chest like lightning.

"Boom, boom!" was like kicking a steel plate, making two loud noises.

"Ouch!" Zhao Long felt a sharp pain in his two toes, and he involuntarily exhaled in pain, and at the same time fell to the ground lying sideways.

After Wu Yong was kicked, his body was only shocked, and he did not receive any damage, this was because he had suffered a slight injury to his chest before, and all the internal forces in the dantian were swarming, so he was naturally able to resist this vicious kick.

Since he was not injured, Wu was excited with his heart, grabbed Zhao Long's legs with both hands like iron hooks, and threw them into the air above his head fiercely!

This move has a name, it is called throwing a living person, and it is the most commonly used move to deal with leg masters, and it is also the most powerful move.

Think about it, you fly and kick, but someone grabs the leg and throws it into the air so fast that there is almost no room for resistance, and it is a good thing to fall in all directions. Therefore, when the leg master and the person attack, they generally do not dare to kick the leg too high, and if it is too high, it will be easy to be grabbed by the leg, and then it will become a big living person who is thrown out, and I don't know if it is still alive if it falls down.

Of course, there is still a way to resolve the big throwing of living people, that is, as soon as you see that your leg is grabbed by the opponent, you have to turn around extremely quickly, turn your back to the opponent, and at the same time spread your hands so that you can support it with your hands when you fall to the ground, and then the changes are even more complicated, which will not be mentioned here.

Of course, Zhao Long didn't have the ability to defuse the trick of throwing a living person, after all, he was not a master of reflexes and speed, so he couldn't turn around, not to mention that his legs were already seriously injured.

So, he became a big living person thrown into the air!

Soaring clouds and fog, a real somersault cloud posture, Zhao Long's one-meter-eight body flew up in the air, and then his head down, his legs were up, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

All the classmates, including Wu Yong, couldn't bear to close their eyes, they really didn't dare to look at Zhao Long's misery.